discoveringdesaray

Why I'm mourning the death of Hugh Hefner This morning I saw the news announcement that Hugh Hefner had died. I fact-checked, because these internet hoaxes of celebrity deaths are all too common. When I found it to be true I was suddenly overwhelmed with grief. I mean staggering, weak-in-the-knees grief. Scripture upon Scripture played through my mind on a reel and I had to kneel and catch my breath. The realization of where this man's soul is and what he is facing and already enduring was too much to bear. The punch in the gut effect came next: A vision of him kneeling before Jesus and facing all of his sin, hands covered in innocent blood, wailing before the Lord as he realized how he had spent his life.  When I came face to face with Christ in spirit, I knew I never wanted to live without Him again. I can't imagine coming face to face with Him in full glory, only to discover I will now live eternity separated from Him. There is no second chance in death. It...

I can only imagine the preparations being made for your arrival. The feast being laid out and the glasses being polished to a sparkle. The music is playing and everyone is humming with anticipation. Family and friends are fussing about, giddy with expectation.  Your host is overseeing everything with a gleam in His eye, knowing the hour draws nigh. Your love stands proudly, ready to welcome you through the door. As the angels are singing and strumming their chords, worshipping our Lord.  Soon the seam in between this world and that will be torn, just as in the day you were born. Young to old and old to new. You have completed your journey through. And though your glory we cannot see, our faith confirms it to be.   Trading your cross for a crown; Dirty rags hit the ground. Flowing robes of righteousness now adorn you as victory is found. Overwhelming joy and love abound.  We will make our own preparations, a farewell to make you proud. We will honor you, dear matriarc...

As I watch the sun rise brilliantly in the eastern sky I can't help but wonder if today is the day my heart will cry  My gaze belongs to the east  Where she lies  Fighting to breathe Yet pleading for release  Will her sunset be as glorious as this sunrise? As bright and blinding before my eyes? As she gives up the last of her earthly ties  And on the wings of the angels she flies  Golden light that breaks free across the horizon  God's Son light reminding me she is one of the chosen  As she passes from life to life there is no more precious a moment  At this sunrise time has stood frozen  Spirit and body now at ease  As they partake of the celebration feast  My Meme and Jesus Oh, how my heart's breaking...over that glorious sunset in the east 

Luke 1:45 Blessed is she who has believed the Lord would fulfill His promises to her! This is by far my favorite scripture and one of my favorite stories in the Bible. Mary, young and innocent, has gone to visit her much older cousin Elizabeth. Both women are pregnant through miraculous circumstances. Mary, a virgin, is carrying Jesus in her womb. And Elizabeth, past the child-bearing age had become pregnant after an angel visited her husband and proclaimed it would be so. She was carrying John the Baptist. When Mary walks into the room where Elizabeth is resting the baby in her womb leaps in response the the presence of his Savior (in Mary’s womb) and instantly Elizabeth and her unborn child are filled with the Holy Spirit! And Elizabeth proclaims that Mary is a blessed woman because she has trusted the Lord to fulfill His promises to her. This passage is so powerful and exciting! Pregnancy offers a sign of hope for the future to many people. Pregnancy itself is a promise of to...

It's been about five weeks since my book, "Letters to My Lover" was released. I am acquainted with most of the people who have read it up to this point. As most artists, I've been ravaged by curiosity and even insecurity as people view my art. I've never laid myself as bare as I did in this book. I have never been as transparent as I was in this project. As my family, friends, and acquaintances have picked up  "Letters" they have not only taken the time to view my art, but to learn about who I used to be and who I am because of my past. A past I've never talked about. A past that hasn't been advertised or testified about-at least not publicly. I knew that everyone picking up my book (including my own mother) was in for some surprises when they started reading. I've felt like I was lying on a bed of nails awaiting their reactions. It's been a mixed review. Compliments on my writing style have been given freely. I appreciate those, as a...